Destruction Wrestling Association

The scene opens to find that "The Southern Heartthrob" Christian Michaels had finally arrived to DWA's coming out party. CM was dressed casually in a Troy Aikman football jersey covered mostly by his leather Dallas Cowboys coat, jeans, and a pair of blue an white Nikes. The camera shaking side to side as our holder moves towards Michaels. No sooner than CM has checked in with security we're right up in his business.

Camera Guy: Hey, welcome to Dee-dubbya-a Christian!

CM: Thank ya. Glad ta be here.

The camera moving along beside CM as he starts heading for the locker room. Our camera operator deciding to continue this impromptu interview.

Camera Guy: What do you think of the roster so far?

CM: I see some names and faces I recognize. Of course there's some that I don't as well. But that kinda thing happens when you're in a new place.

Camera Guy: Yeah. Hey are ya gonna be competing on Start of Destruction tommorrow night?

CM: That's the plan right now.

Camera Guy: Cool! Have you decided what title you're going to go for?

Michaels looks at the camera with a grin.

CM: Well I got a peek at that World title belt they've got for the place. Have to admit it'd look good around my waist.

By this point we've arrived to the locker room area. christian reached out and grabbed the handle but there was more questioning by the camera guy.

Camera Guy: So then you're saying that your intentions are for the World championship?

CM: That is what I'm saying, yes. Look if you can gimme like two minutes to put my stuff up, I'll let ya shoot my first promo here.

That seems to make the camera guy's day. He nods his head emphatically, even though yawl don't see that. A few minutes pass after Michaels steps into the locker room. Then the handle of the door turns and the door draws back. From inside back out into the hall steps the heartthrob. His leather coat has been hung up in the locker assigned to him though he's still sporting the Aikman jersey.

CM: Thanks for waiting.

Camera Guy: No problem

CM: We ready here?

Camera Guy: Yes sir Mister Michaels.

CM nods and leans back against the wall. He raises his right foot and places it against the wall while pushing his hands into his pockets. Now it was time to talk about this world title match. But first!....

CM: Ya know I just wanna take a moment here to apologize to the fans of DWA. I know that many of you went to ticketmaster-dot-comcom or the box office at the arena. All so ya could get ya tickets to be ready to see your's truly in action. Then ya start seeing promos from guys an gals talking about what all matches they were in. And I know alot of ya were disappointe dnot to be seeing any from me. I apologize for that and if you'll let me I'll be making up for that from this point on.

Michaels flashed a hearty smile at the camera.

CM: So whatta ya say we get down ta business boys an girls.

The smile faded away to a more serious tone. Guess it was indeed time to get down to business here.

CM: On the way here from the airport I checked the DWA website to get a look at soem of the things my competition had said. And I gotta be honest an tell ya that really there were two guys that stood out to me. No its not because I see them as big time competition. Well I'm sure they are, but the issue is theyw ante dto talk about.....Me.

He shrugs.

CM: Look I'll admit it, I have a bit of an ego. Like most eevrybody in this business I'm something of an attention whore. I absolutely LOVE to hear my name being said. That's why I put my body through what I do. Just to hear fifteen to twenty thousand people chanting my name.

CM's gaze narrows into a glare.

CM: But that's not what I got from one Alexander King. No instead from him I get some kind of lecture about our names being on a level field here? And he's going on about how all my accomplishments elsewhere in this busines don't mean jack here. And honestly I don't disagree with that. Here in the DWA is new territory for me to conquer. However here's a bit of free advice for Mister King.

There's a slight pause.

CM: Keep ya words soft and sweet, otherwise someone like me may come along later and make ya eat them. See lemme enlighten you with a lil knowledge Alexander. I don't need ta come around here waving my hands an shouting out my accomplishments and accolades that I earned elsewhere during my career. because the people, the ones buying their tickets for tommorrow night's show? They know my name and they know who I am and just what I can do between the ropes. This business has been in my life since before I could walk an talk.And over the past decade I have given the cliched blood, sweat, an tears to give people the best damn show their money can buy!

Talk about facts being facts? Folks *those* are fact right thar!

CM: Now lemme tell ya something else Alexander. Though this is a new slate here in DWA, the name Christian Michaels is never meaningless. I dunno about you, but I was the one sought out and pursued to sign a contract here. So apparently my name isn't all that meaningless around these parts. Admittedly I haven't been proven yet in this company, oh but I will Alexander. An it all begins Saturday night. I guess I'll see you then.

One down. Now it was onto the next person that'd mentioned CM. This one though seeemd ta have some kind of issue with Christian about who his friends are in the business.

CM: Michael Harris.....Michael.....Harris.....

Michaels taps a finger on his chin loking to be in deep thought.

CM: Where have I heard that name before?

More tapping of the finger to the chin. Then suddenly CM gets that "Ah ha!" look.

CM: I hadn't! That is until I was catching up on what people had been saying around here. And that's not me trying to be some kind of prick or anything Michael. Truth is our paths have just never crossed. So I didn't know who you were and had ya not ran off at the mouth, I prolly never would. So congratulations there Michael. Ya went and ya got my attention. But as a co-worker of mine in a company ya seem ta have so much disdain for would say: I'm attention you don't want.

The heartthrob giving that serious look back to the camera.

CM: Ya say that ya did ya research on me Michael? Well just how much research di you really do? Because it looks from here that all ya did was ask around here an there after reading my bio on the DWA website. I mean how else do ya explain coming up with this nonsense that I was only champion in the ICWA because of my friendship with management. Obviously all ya did was read this, hear that, and jump ya ass right over to Wrong Conclusion Island.

He shakes his head.

CM: Michael lemme tell ya, if there's anybody in this business that plays the politics game it certainly isn't me. Over there in the ICWA? I worked harder than anyone else there for eight months until I got that oppurtunity to be *the guy*. And then? I worked even harder to stay *the guy* over there. I don't need those short cuts and handouts to get where I wanna be in this business. Maybe ya don't believe me now. Fine. Ya thinkw hat ya wanna think right now, but I'll be changing your way of thinking soon enough.

More an more CM becomes annoyed thinking about what Harris had said.

CM: I tell ya, guys like Michael Harris, you're what's wrong with this business today. You're like dirt sheet writers that somehow got out of their parent's basement an into the ring. Say ya do research but in reality all ya do is spit ya own conjecture. Then ya get on a mic, in fornt of a camera, and ya forget what we're all here to do. Wanna look kewl to all the kids at home reading these dirt sheets. Well you're not Michael. You're a cancer on this business. And not in the way that Nova sells himself. No you're an honest ta god cancer on this business I've been involved with my entire life. Guys like you will be the death of it. mark my words.

Hmm. Now its more like CM is seething.

CM: But ya mark my words Michael, DWA isn't in any danger from biasedness. Itd oesn't need protection from it. What it needs is protection from cancer like you. And so that's why I'm gonna hit you witha major dose of chemo-therapy Michael!

Fade.